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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 4 months

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•▪︎Modest Violet•

- "In Christianity, violets are sometimes associated with the Virgin Mary's humility and purity."

Bucchigiri!?! / Reader

[You and Arajin didn't expect to meet one another at the same school once more. ]

Arajin Tomoshibi / Senya

The two of you eye the classroom, bowing politely. You glance at Arajin and freeze, his eyes trained on a lone girl who had a listless expression. You look away, frowning meekly.

You and Arajin had been given a strange fate.

Chased by gangsters, running into a shrine as he found gun inside.

Yet as he pressed the trigger, you were grazed by the bullet as it lodges itself in his head.

You stood frozen as the genine.. Or, Saya for short. Had circled his body around your frightened form. Yet he grins in a friendly manner, meeting your unsure gaze.

You and Arajin eagerly question the genie and realize he was stuck with you, too.

Yet when Arajin told his wish, the thought of Mahoro Jin in his mind...

"Hmm.. What is it you wish for..?"Your eyes widen, mouth parting slightly as you trace the bandaid on your cheek. "Your friend wants to lose his virginity." Senya stated as you blink, face blank but nodding.

You knew your wish..

"I-I..." You take a timid breath of air, making sure Arajin wasn't in the room, you spoke.

Senya watches eagerly as your gaze became... Determined.

"I... Want to fall in love."

Matakara Asamine

"... (Y/N)?"

You pause in your footsteps, turning around. Facing the familiar teen in quiet suprise. "Matakara..."

Meeting your old childhood acquaintance, which shocked you.

You smile strainfully as his eyes shine intensely

His friends smile as they eye you as well, whispering to each other

"Ah, I can't belive this shrimpy-chick is Matakara's-" "-Shuuush! I wanna see this play out!"

You watch as your friend turns away and throws a look at his friends. Senya yells excitedly in your ears.

You gulp, walking away quickly.

He calls out your name urgently, yet you just start running as Senya screams.

"Oi! Why are you running!" Senya screams as you run into the girls' restroom. Holding your chest, breathing heavily.

Marito Jin

"Eh~?" The leader drawls out, gazing at your features. But.. You didn't back down, merely holding out your arms to block Arajin from his sights.

You really didn't want your friend to go on that date with Mahoro...

You made yourself sick with worry, so..

"Follow them!" Senya exclaimed brightly, poking at your shoulder as he pushes you after them.

Leading you into the situation of hiding in bush as you watched Arajin and Mahoro on their date..

Senya kept giving you pep-talks as you try to focus your brain on anything else.

That was until.. Mahoro' brother showed up.

"Ha..." Marito breathes out, the fierce look you had given him.. It was raw, as if your eyes managed to land a hit on him.

Senya couldn't help but smirk, enjoying your confidence.

Before aiding Arajin into fighting the green haired delinquent.

Unfortunately, you as well.

"What is it exactly you wish for...?" Senya yells as you and Arajin scream together.

"I want to lose my virginity!"

"And..?"

With a small breath, you join.

"I want to fall in love!"

[This Fandom needs fan-fics! So.. If anyone is interested in me writing for this again! Let me know! I might even make this a series! What other characters should I add? Let me know!]

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mvffy0 · 2 months

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“No Words Necessary”

Jabashiri Nagare x Gn!Reader

idc how shit this is if i didnt write for jabshiri i would’ve exploded

I didnt read over this ignore grammar mistakes ‼️

All afternoon, you could not shake the feeling that something had gone terribly wrong. You impatiently tapped your foot behind the register counter, watching the seconds tick by and praying for your shift to end. The evening air was heavy and thick with unrelenting dread. The air in the cornerstore was stuffy, and the way the sunset cast an irate red glow through the glass windows and into the shop did nothing to appease the queasiness in your stomach. This feeling persisted until Marito and Outa, two close friends of your boyfriend, suddenly appeared at the little corner shop you were employed at, solemn and hurt looks chiseled in their features.

You went to Jabashiri’s side as soon as you could. Your mind was running in circles, and your heart was in a loop of clenching painfully and then beating at abnormal speeds over and over again. Nagare, your Nagare, had just lost to Matakara, the same guy he’s had a rivalry with ever since you could remember. Marito didn't give you all the details, just that he’d gotten the shit beat out of him, and it was by no means a fair fight. The siguma leader looked almost as pained as you did, and as you pulled up to the Nagara residence, you dashed to reunite with the aggrieved boy.

A pink tuft of hair, sticking out from all ends and sporting countless amounts of rubble and stone, exited Jabashiri’s room. The owner’s face was downcast and littered with bruises. You recognized it as Hagure and sped over, questioning his health. He assured you that he was fine; however, Ryu seemed to be doing worse than he was.

“It wasn’t…” His face morphed into one of shame as he clenched his fists. He thought that claiming it wasn't a fair fight would make him look weak in your eyes.

“Matakara isn’t like this. He’d never hit a man who’s down, let alone one who's being protected by someone else.”

He excused himself and quickly left.

You immediately understood and could only solemnly gaze at Jabashiri’s shut door. You could not even begin to imagine the shame he must be feeling right now. This life of fighting, his rivalry, his entire gang—you knew these were endlessly important to him, which is why you did your best to support him in any way you could. Cleaning his cuts, cheering him on, sneaking him snacks from your store—heck,the first time you met him was in that same store, when he was fighting off some drunkard who was harassing you! You were fully aware Jabashiri could hold his own in a scuffle, even an unfair one, which is why it pained you so much to see him lose so drastically. You knew he would be incredibly sensitive and very likely too ashamed to face you, whom he knows thinks as highly of him as he does you.

Knocking softly on the sliding door, you announced your presence. “…Go away,” a gruff voice hesitantly ordered. You were right when you said he could face you. Too bad you weren’t one for taking orders. “Ryu, I'm coming in,” you stated, sliding the door open with little force. You were met with his muscly back, clad in nothing but a tanktop facing you, and for a moment you contemplated scolding him for trying to turn you away but decided against it. The last thing he needed right now was nagging, especially after such a devastating loss.

Shutting the door behind you, you crossed the small threshold of his room and lowered yourself to sit directly behind him. You placed a hand on his back, rubbing it in gentle circles. “Look at me, Ryu.”

You received nothing but silence.It truly pained you to see your boyfriend like this. You decided what he needed wasn't food or motivation, but comfort. He was in an undeniably vulnerable position right now, and he was no doubt feeling insecure about his strength. Jabashiri never failed to cheer you up when you were feeling the way he is right now, and he has proved countless times that he would go to the ends of the earth for your happiness if he could. It was time to do the same for him.

It was evident that words were futile, and since actions are decibels louder, you opted for that. You whispered in his ear to scooch over, and he quietly obliged. Sliding under the covers, you wrapped your arms around his large frame and placed a tender peck of reassurance on his exposed shoulder. This was enough to coax him out of his stupor, as he turned around and swiftly buried his face into the crook of your neck, bawling with the force of an angry river. No words were exchanged that night, and you let him sob to his heart's content, both your legs entangled under the plush covers.

Jabashiri would never admit it, but he cried that night, and he cried hard. Frankly, it made him feel like a child, yet he was infinitely grateful he had you, who didn't judge him in the slightest. He genuinely wondered what he did to deserve such a lovely partner. He lifted his head from your soft embrace and placed a loving kiss on your forehead, hoping it was enough to convey his endless gratitude. It was, and you allowed him to pull you into a tight embrace. No words were exchanged, because no words were necessary, and you both drifted soundly asleep under the plush covers, holding each other forevermore.

Guys Jabashiri has my whole heart and this fandom has no fics so i have to take it into my own hands 😕

plsplspls request bucchigiri 😞🙏

#fanfic #bucchigiri?!#jabashiri nagare #jabashiri x reader #nagare x reader #comfort #fluff #short #bucchigiri?! oneshot #jabashiri oneshot #guys i love him #marry me jaba 🫶🏻#bucchigiri

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rubywolf0201 · 3 months

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GREAT NEWS BUCCHIGIRI?! FANDOM!!! IT SEEMS LIKE THE WRITING TEAM DECIDED TO RELEASE ALL OF THE MAIN CAST’S BIRTHDATES AND THEIR PERSONAL LIVES!!

Let’s look at Arajin and Matakara’s revealed bio:

Arajin’s birthday is on the 6th June. It is also confirmed that he does have a Dad around but where he is kind of unknown.

Matakara’s birthday is on the 7th April. Asides from Mitsukuni, there’s no mention of where the Asamine’s parents are. Though, Episode 2 mentions that they have relatives but whether they’re biological or adopted is kind of up to interpretation.

Senya even has a revealed birthdate which is 21st June but his relatives are never mentioned tho then again, being a genie or mythical being, I doubt Senya even has relatives to begin with or maybe he has but many centuries have passed and they could’ve been long gone. Blood type is never mentioned but maybe it didn’t matter to him, since again he is a genie.

Next up we have the Best Friends©️*

Zabu’s birthday is on the 10th May. He is confirmed to have parents and an older sister. Although, I did someone on X/Twitter in the JP fandom making fanart of Zabu and his unseen older sister before meaning that somewhere along the way prior to the revealed bio, someone got info of Zabu having an older sis (I think at least?)

Komao’s birthday is revealed to be on the 14th December. Boy does he have a large family: He has grandparents, his parents, 3 little brothers and 2 little sisters. Which makes him the oldest one in the family. Makes you wonder what is Komao’s family life like.

Then we have the Jin siblings and Outa!

Marito’s birthday happens to be on the 15th March, which is one day after White Day (a male equivalent of Valentines Day in Japan). Funny how both siblings are born on special days that centers around love.

Mahoro’s we already knew but what is interesting is that the bio confirms that both her and Marito’s parents are around. But what kind of relationship she and Marito has with their parents are unknown but given her brocon behaviour, it might be that their parents are neglectful or abusive. Or that Mahoro is just a huge ass weirdo around Marito and their parents are ordinary people.

Outa’s birthday is on the 10th August. He is confirmed to have parents and a little brother. And it’s also pretty obvious that having a subtle lion motif to him, his star sign is a Leo. (I apologize I can’t say much about Outa given how I don’t feel his character too strongly compared to the rest and how he was sidelined pretty early on but he’s neat I’ll say)

I wish I could’ve added Akutaro, Jabashiri and Hagure to the list but I already ran out of limit on this post. 🥲 So I added in the main leads, the sole main female character, the ones that are promoted by merch a lot (Marito and Outa) and personal favs.

*: I say Best Friends because prior to Arajin moving back to Honki City and patching up his friendship with Matakara, I felt that Zabu and Komao were kind of like ride and die with each other and Matakara. Also I like them ok?

#rubi’s post #bucchigiri?!#arajin tomoshibi #matakara asamine #senya #zabu kakeru #komao sakigake #marito jin #outa tahide #mahoro jin

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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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Damaged

Agent Rossi-Reid

Anthology Masterlist

David Rossi x daughter!reader, Criminal minds x BAU!reader

Summary: After twenty years, Rossi-Reid learns why her father stopped putting up the Christmas Tree.

A/N: This is basically a rewrite of S3E14 “Damaged”. I wanted to include it since it’s such an important part of Rossi’s arc and other significant events (even if only snippets are shown) happen during this episode.

CW: So many Rossi-Reid feelings, Hotch getting a divorce, regular crminal minds violence, talks about santa not being real

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“Spencer!” you called. “You’re going to be late!” You packed a snack in a small tupperware container and stuck it in his satchel.

He walked out of the bedroom, tucking in his shirt and striding forward at the same time. You looked over at him and made a face. “What?” he asked. “Is it my hair? I was thinking it looked a little long this morning-”

“It’s not your hair, Spence.” You smiled. “Your hair is wonderful as always. It’s just, you and Hotch are going to do that interview tomorrow at the prison.”

Spencer grabbed his satchel and put the strap over his shoulder. “When you say it like that it sounds like we’re competing to see who gets to be the last inmate at a luxury detention facility. They’d pick me off my hairstyle alone.”

You couldn’t help but giggle just a bit. Spencer had recently acquired a rather new-found confidence and you loved it. “You’re wearing a tie,” you said.

“I wear ties all the time,” he retorted.

“Yes, but you’re going to be in a room with a killer and I’d rather not get a call that you were strangled,” you admitted.

Spencer knew that even though your tone was joking, you were actually rather serious. Behind your humorous exterior you harbored fear. As you turned from unlocking the apartment door to walk him out, he took you by the waist and pulled you into a kiss.

The older the two of your got and the longer you were married the more your kisses had evolved, and the more you understood what each type of kiss ment: there were the soft ones that lingered before you went to sleep or before the two of you parted which was a simple and strong “I love you”. There were the feather-light ones used for teasing and deep, all consuming ones for passion. There were ones on foreheads and knuckles for comfort and rare pecks on cheeks in public just to show you were marito and moglie- staking your claim on one another for the world to see. But recently you and Spencer had developed a new type of kiss- one that was deep and full, that caused a feeling to spread through your whole body as if you were being engulfed in Spencer while the rest of the world just faded away. It was different than a kiss of devouring lust or everlasting love- it was a kiss that knitted the fabric of your souls together for a few sweet seconds of eternity.

This new kiss was by far your favorite, and it seemed to be Spencer’s too.

“You’re going to be late,” you whispered.

Spencer purposefully tilted his head so his nose touched yours ever so slightly. The intimacy of delicate touches drove you crazy and he knew it.

“I should probably get going then,” he murmured.

“You probably should.”

You had to be the one to pull away, taking Spencer’s hand from your hip to intertwine it with your own. The two of you would hold hands until you exited the apartment building, and then you’d have to let go and wave goodbye to him as he climbed into the passenger seat of the SUV with Hotch.

Delicacy would have to wait.

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You weren’t used to sleeping alone. With Spencer’s absence you found yourself seeking companionship and headed to work particularly early only to find yourself in an empty bullpen for the majority of the morning.

Growing up, your house had always been rather empty and lonely, and something about your Italian heritage made you long to go back to your grandparents' home country to live in a family house full of aunts and uncles and cousins. You wished for a house that was loud and never stopped moving. You wished for a family that never left you alone. Then you got old enough that your dad could bring you to the BAU after school and on weekends that he had to work. Suddenly you had everything you wished for- aunts that baked you cookies and scolded you for running in the halls, uncles that paid you a quarter to bring their reports to other departments so they didn’t have to, and eventually a brother; the young agent Hotchner who was trying to get on your dad’s good side. The BAU was the only true home had ever known, and you couldn’t stand to feel like your home was empty.

That’s how you ended up in JJ’s office that morning, sitting in the corner chair working on files while she went through her own manila folders. At some point, Garcia burst into the office and began to pace, but you didn’t really pay attention to what she was saying until you heard your own name.

“-Rossi showed up at my door in the middle of the night while I was enjoying a post-coital shower with fellow FBI technical analyst Kevin Lynch?”

You and JJ both looked up at Garcia, and then at one another.

“Sit,” JJ said to Garcia. You put your work on the chair and went to perch on the corner of JJ’s desk. You weren’t sure what was more intriguing about the whole thing- the fact that Garcia was in the shower with some guy, or that your dad had shown up at her apartment in the middle of the night.

No, you were definitely more interested in the guy.

“I need your help.” Garcia looked between the two of you.

“With what?” JJ asked.

“Agent Rossi,” Garcia said, concerned. “We're not supposed to date fellow bureau employees.”

“From what I hear, Rossi is the reason most of these fraternization rules even exist, okay?” JJ said.

“Oh, he is,” you confirmed with a smirk. “And it’s not like they even enforce those rules… I mean, Spencer and I got married and both of us still work here.”

“He's not gonna tell anyone,” JJ tried to ease Garcia’s nerves. “Just relax.”

“What was my dad doing at your apartment?” you inquired as casually as possible, hoping Garcia would spill.

“That's a good-” Garcia stopped herself. “I’m not supposed to tell anyone.”

Now you were even more curious.

“Why?” JJ drew out the word.

“I didn’t press the issue,” Garcia answered.

You tuned out JJ and Garcia’s voices, thinking about what your dad could possibly be hiding when another familiar name caught your attention.

“Mrs. Hotchner,” JJ answered the phone.

Your heart sank in your chest- Haley had been a big part of your life for a long time. Her and Hotch were newlyweds when you met them- all young and googly eyed and disgustingly in love. Back then, the BAU had also been quite the boys club, and Haley had taken you under her wing. You finally had someone that could teach you about clothes and make-up and boys. She was the first real consistent female figure in your life.

But despite your efforts to contact her, she hadn’t gotten back to you since she served Hotch with divorce papers.

“Well, that- that would make sense because he's in a prison right now, so sometimes cell service can be…” JJ trailed off and you tried not to overhear the angry words on the other end of the phone. “Oh, yeah- well if-yeah, if I can get ahold of him I'll… okay.” JJ hung up the phone. “That is one seriously pissed-off lady.”

You didn’t want to imagine Haley angry- she’d always been such a caring and understanding person, and selfishly, that’s how you wanted to keep seeing her. Once again, you tuned out the conversation and went back to your paperwork, but now your mind was flooded with questions and anxieties. You doubted you’d get any paperwork done now.

JJ got on the phone and Garcia left the office. You looked down at the files and wished that Spencer was there. It wouldn’t have taken much for him to make you feel better- just a small brush of hands or shoulders, maybe a few badly spoken Italian words- but he wasn’t there. As soon as JJ hung up the phone she looked over to you. “Are you okay?”

“Am I really that easy to read?” you asked.

JJ sighed. “No, but Hotch is getting divorced and I know you were close to Haley. You’re Jack’s godmother. On top of that your dad apparently has some massive secret that he’s been recruiting Garcia to help him with. I’d be feeling a little sad right now if I were you.”

You shrugged. “I’m not all that worried about my dad to be honest,” you admitted. “And I guess if Haley only had me in her life because of Hotch... then she was never really my friend in the first place.”

JJ didn’t have time to respond because Prentiss opened the door without knocking. Her eyes expressed concern and she spoke quickly. “You guys should come see this.”

“You go,” you told JJ. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Emily and JJ left you alone in her office. You picked up your phone and scrolled through your contacts, looking for Haley’s number. You weren’t sure what you were going to do. You weren’t going to call her- she never picked up anymore. Every text you’d sent had gotten no reply. There wasn’t anyone there to tell you what to do… except for you.

Your dad would have scolded you for being too involved, Spencer would have just taken your phone and held it above his head so you couldn’t reach, and Hotch… Well, for the first time in a long time you didn’t know what Hotch would do. So you typed the message out and pressed send before putting your phone in your pocket and pushing the thought to the back of your mind.

You walked to the bullpen to find Emily and JJ, but the two of them and Morgan were leaning over the railing outside your dad’s office, talking to Garcia.

“The guy is a fussy, anal-retentive neat freak who-” Emily stopped herself when you approached.

There was a pause and all of them looked at you. It was the same way agents used to look at you when you were a teenager and walked in on them conversing about a brutal case- you had heard something that you weren’t supposed to hear.

“Let me guess,” you started. “We’re talking about my dad?”

You peered behind Emily to see what all the fuss was about, and indeed it was something to fuss over. Your father’s files were scattered all over his office- the desk, the table, and the floor were littered with papers that would take hours to organize properly. Never in your life had you seen your father’s space look so messy.

“Oh, Papa.” Your jaw fell slack in shock and you rushed up to your dad’s office to get a closer look. Nothing was broken- his favorite mug was empty on his desk, the lamp stood tall, and the glass of the picture of the two of you was still intact- but your father’s filing system was like an extension of his brain and at the moment it was destroyed. “Fuori come un balcone…” You muttered as you looked around at the disarray in front of you.

“Say what?” Morgan asked.

“She says he’s gone crazy,” Emily interpreted.

You looked back at Garcia. You loved Penelope, you truly did, but if she didn’t tell you where your father was, you thought you might become the next unsub the team had to hunt down. “Where did my father go?” you asked, your tone serious. Almost dangerous.

Garcia turned serious as well. “He’s in Indianapolis on a 20 year-old double homicide. He said it’s time someone pays for it, and he was upset.”

You shook your head in slight disbelief- you must have been around seven or eight when it happened, but you had no distinct memory of your father coming home upset over a case at that age. When you were that little he tried to keep you as far away from the bad part of his work as possible, but surely you would have remembered something that disturbed him this badly.

The rest of the team’s chatter was background noise until Morgan tapped you on the shoulder. You turned to look at the team member who was probably least impressed by your father, but a team was a team to Morgan and that’s all that really mattered.

“Rossi-Reid,” he said. “Let’s go.”

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It felt like the start to a bad joke… You, JJ, Morgan, and Prentiss walking into a bar. But seeing your dad look so defeated made you want to do anything but laugh. You’d grown up thinking he was invincible, and even though you knew better now it still hurt something inside you to know that he wasn’t. You couldn’t even bring yourself to speak as the rest of the group convinced your dad to let them help.

Rossi finally turned away from the bar. He looked at everyone, but his gaze lingered on you just a bit longer than the others. “Why do you care?” he asked.

You wanted to speak, but you couldn’t bring yourself to open your mouth.

“Because you do,” Emily said.

Without another word, Rossi grabbed his drink and walked over to a section of the bar that looked more like a lounge. All of you sat down and your dad began to talk. The case wasn’t even supposed to involve the BAU- your dad just happened to be in the car with the detective when he got the call. They were first on the scene of a brutal murder, leaving three kids as orphans, and there wasn’t anything to lead them to a suspect. The murder weapon, an ax, had been wiped clean.

“It turns out it belonged to the family,” your dad said. “The oldest daughter, Connie, told me her father bought it on Christmas eve a few months earlier to cut down the Christmas tree.” He sighed heavily and suddenly things started to make sense. “Now I always associate the whole thing with Christmas… Never been able to put up a tree myself again.”

You gazed down at the floor, unable to look at your dad. You recalled the first year the two of you didn’t go to pick out a tree; how you’d found the ornaments in the trash and suddenly your dad began giving you gifts on New Year Eve instead of Christmas day. You always assumed that he thought you’d outgrown the holiday- you knew that Santa wasn’t real and reindeer couldn’t fly. Snowmen didn’t come to life if you gave them a magic hat and the north pole was just a place full of snow instead of candy forests and elves that built toys.

You’d attributed his sadness on Christmas day to the fact that you were getting older, but the whole time it was because he was mourning parents that would never get to see their children grow up and children who would have to grow up without their parents to take care of them.

“When we arrived on the scene, before any of the other units got there, I could hear them before I even got out of the car.” The look in your dad’s eyes was distant, as if he was still at the scene from long ago.

“It was a warm morning and the windows were open in the upstairs bedroom… And their voices floated out into the street. They were crying and calling for their mommy and daddy.” You’d never heard your father so close to tears. “Three terrified children, screaming for their murdered parents. I've seen so much death and pain, but that sound… It's been twenty years and I can still hear them screaming every night, crying.”

You’d known your dad had nightmares occasionally- it came with the job- but it had been so long since you lived under his roof, you’d wondered if they had gotten worse as time went on. You wondered if, just like an unsub could be triggered by an anniversary, a profiler could too.

“If I can't tell them for sure that whoever’s responsible will never do it again, that screaming might never stop.”

Your dad finished off his drink and you, JJ, Morgan, and Prentiss looked around at one another. You’d been quiet for a while now, letting the rest of them do the talking while you sat with your memories and feelings, but now that you had processed everything you were ready to get to work.

“Well,” you said, looking at your dad. It was a good thing you’d gotten his stubbornness. “Let’s find who’s responsible for it then.”

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It was easy enough for Garcia to find out where the children were living now, and before you knew it, Morgan was pulling up to the house and the team was getting out of the SUV, ready to face the case that had haunted David Rossi for two decades.

“Hi, Connie,” he greeted the oldest daughter. She couldn’t have been that much older than you. No wonder this case had hit him so hard. “I brought the team-”

“You need to stop this!” It was almost as if she was begging.

“Excuse me?”

“We thought that if we didn’t call you back the last couple of times you would just give up and leave us alone,” she said, her voice unsettled.

“Well, I know that it hurts, but I’m only trying to make sure someone pays for your parents’ deaths.” After nearly six months at the BAU, you’d never heard Rossi be so gentle with someone. The last time he used that tone was when he talked to you after Gideon left.

“We don’t care anymore!” Connie stressed. “It’s been twenty years. We need to be able to move past it, please!”

Your dad had always been a pusher, so when he responded with “I won’t bother you kids again,” and turned to get back into the car it surprised you a little. Part of you wanted to push for him.

“And you’ll stop it with the gifts too?!” That made all of you pause and turn back towards the family.

“Gifts?” The wheels in your dad’s head were beginning to turn.

“What are we supposed to do with a bunch of toys that remind us of the worst day of our lives?”

Rossi paused, his stare pointed at the girl with the intensity of the agent you knew he was. “I never sent you any gifts.”

Within ten minutes the three kids, who were now all adults, compiled the toys they had been mysteriously given over the years. You put on a set of rubber gloves and began to inspect them. You automatically knew your dad would never send toys like these to anyone- the material was falling apart in your hands, the stitching easily ripped, and they smelled like chemicals from a warehouse. One of them even left colorful dye on your gloves. Rossi was a best selling author, but even before that he’d always had expensive taste. Your own favorite childhood toy was an FAO Schwarz Teddy Bear that was older than this case and was still in decent condition- considering how much the stuffed animal had been through.

“See, an unsub like this, when they seek out children, they want to play with them,” Morgan explained. “They don’t really want to hurt them, but it’s their size- it frightens people.”

You stood up and stripped off your gloves. Done inspecting the evidence, you looked over at your dad. “This could be that piece you were looking for.”

Soon enough Garcia had gone through crime records and the team was on the move, searching the grounds of a carnival. Rossi and Prentiss paired up while you, JJ, and Morgan inspected the grounds.

“I can’t believe people actually pay good money to play these fixed games,” Morgan said.

“Men,” JJ said blankly. You snorted.

“Excuse me?” said Morgan.

“It’s not people,” you clarified. “It’s men.”

“Is that a fact?” Morgan tried to seem unbothered, but you’d known him long enough to know he’d probably tried to impress several ladies by winning them prizes on impossible ring toss.

“Only a man would waste fifty dollars trying to win a three dollar stuffed animal,” JJ said.

Morgan huffed a little, but the three of you kept walking, looking for anyone who could possibly resemble the unsub you were looking for.

“Clown.” You spotted him, white make-up still half on his face and red smeared around his lips. Morgan and JJ looked in the direction you nodded in. The clown looked back at the three of you and promptly dropped his trash bag before walking off.

The three of you went to look for him, trying not to look too threatening or suspicious. It didn’t take long for Morgan to spot the man’s discarded broom near a covered platform. Drawing your side arm and preparing for the possibility of a fight, JJ pulled down the cover to reveal the unsub hiding like a small child. It took you and Morgan combined to get him out from under the platform and cuffed. JJ kept her side arm ready just in case while Rossi restrained the unsubs father and Emily aided you and Morgan.

You took a moment to look over at your dad, but he was looking at the unsub- the man who he had spent twenty years trying to find. You expected him to look relieved, at least a little bit, but more than anything Rossi looked disturbed, as if he truly couldn’t believe that someone who had done such a horrible thing had a right to exist on earth. He should have been nothing more than a speck of dirt on your Papa’s spotless shoes, but he was a monster in the shape of a man- the reason three children had screamed for their dead parents; the reason your father heard their screams every night. And when your dad looked at you, you knew that he was thinking about twenty years worth of Christmas’s lost- twenty years worth of childhood and twenty years worth of memories.

At least you could make up for them now.

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The jet was quiet- JJ filling out the paperwork to make the case official, Morgan with his headphones, and Prentiss with a book. Everyone except your dad was busy with something. He was just looking out the window, lost in thought.

You closed the file you were working on and moved to the other side of the jet, sitting across from him. He looked over at you, breaking his gaze away from the clouds.

“Mio passerotta,” he said, a smile in his voice. “You did a good job today.”

The compliment surprised you. Really you had done no more than the rest of the team, but the way your dad looked at you was different than he had before- like he was seeing you as more than a kid and more than an agent. He was seeing you as both.

“You know, I really wish you had told me,” you said. “Maybe not when I was little, but before you threw your files all over your office and we had to fly two hours to find out why.”

“Well,” he sighed. “Now you know.”

“And now you know why we work as a team,” you said.

He nodded once, slowly. “I guess I do,” he said. “But, mio passerotta, you and I have always been a team.”

“Does this mean you’ll start treating me like a team member?”

“It does,” he confirmed. “But you’ll still always be my daughter.”

You smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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The mood was light walking back into the bullpen, and you felt yourself brighten even more when you saw that Spencer was back. Every ounce of you wanted to run up and embrace him. The past twenty four hours had been an emotional roller coaster and your body craved to be pressed against his. Spencer must have known, because when you walked over to his desk, he took your hand lightly and planted a soft kiss on your knuckles before answering Morgan’s question and directing Rossi to his office where Kevin was waiting for him.

“Just when I thought nothing scandalous was ever going to happen around here.” Emily smirked as your dad closed his office door to talk to Kevin in private.

“What?” Your husband looked confused. “What does that mean?” Then he looked up at you- an inter-BAU marriage was rather scandalous in theory, but you and Spencer were so tame in front of everyone that it really didn’t count.

“Didn’t you hear JJ?” Emily said.

“The song meant something? No- no I missed it,” Spencer began to ramble.

“It-it-” Emily sighed. “You know what, never mind.” She sat down at her desk.

“What?” Spencer looked towards Rossi’s office.

You touched his hand lightly, still leaning against his desk. “I’ll explain it when we get home, Spencer,” you told him. He nodded, but then went back to gaping at the closed door.

You looked up too- seeing that Hotch was in his office. Normally you would have gone to say hello and maybe tease him about having missed all the fun, but even from where you sat you could tell that he was far more distressed than normal. The papers he was holding weren’t just from a case. They were personal.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you pulled it out, expecting a text from Garcia, or maybe Morgan. But when you saw the name on the screen your stomach dropped. With shaking hands, you opened the message:

From Haley Hotchner:

I want you to be a part of Jack’s life. You’re an amazing person, (Y/N). I love you and Jack loves you. You’re right that he shouldn’t have to grow up like you did, with only one parent to rely on, but Aaron needs to figure that out himself.

“Mio amata?” Spencer said low enough so that Emily couldn’t hear. “Are you alright?”

You shoved your phone in your pocket. “Tesoro,” you whispered, holding back tears. “Portami a casa?”

Spencer grabbed your go-bag and his satchel, his eyes wide and sympathetic with understanding. “Let’s go home.”

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doumadono · 10 months

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What I write:

fluff, smut, angst

emergency requests

blurbs, fics, series, headcanons

character x: female reader, gender neutral reader

aged-up characters if the character is a minor

character x OC: available only via commissions

I write for:

My Hero Academia (all characters, but mostly Dabi, Hawks, Shoto & Bakugo)

Demon Slayer (all characters, but mostly Douma, Akaza & Hantengu Clones)

Jujutsu Kaisen (all characters, but mostly Sukuna & Choso)

Genshin Impact (all characters, but mostly Wriothesley & Neuvillette)

Bucchigiri?! (all characters, but mostly Marito & Matakara)

Wind Breaker (all characters, but mostly Hajime Umemiya & Haruka Sakura)

Haikyuu (all characters, but mostly Osamu Miya)

Blue Eye Samurai (Mizu)

Honkai Star Rail (all characters, but mostly Boothill)

Avatar by James Cameron (all characters, but mostly Neteyam & Jake Sully)

I won’t write about:

anything underage; extreme kinks

male reader & other gender identities than gn!reader and fem!reader as it aligns with my comfort zone and ensures that I provide content responsibly

detailed descriptions of a specific reader (including characteristics like eye color, skin color, hair color, any specific genders, and very specific disabilities)

Don't interact if:

you are a minor/blank blog with no age listed

r*cist

h*mophobic or anything like that

you willingly use hate speech of any kind

Due to real-life commitments, I may not always be able to write consistently. I prefer to take my time and ensure I'm satisfied with my work before sharing it. Writing brings me joy, and I hope this journey will help me improve my skills.

#about the blog #navigation #rules

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dreamtuna · 11 months

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Welcome!

First of all, let's make this clear. This is an 18+ blog with plenty of spicy nsfw content, so minors dni please I will block you

I'm dreamtuna. You can call me Dream, Tuna or any (reasonable) variation you find fun.

I'm 31 and use she/they pronouns. I'm from Scotland and no, I don't have a cool accent sadly. (Although I was told the other day I'm noticeably Scottish so maybe I do?)

I recently returned to tumblr after like, a decade away. It's very different, but I feel comfy, welcome and motivated for the first time, so I'm planning on sticking around.

My main fandom rn is Attack on Titan but this is absolutely a multi fandom blog. The vast majority of the content will be AoT, with a heavy focus on Levi.

My interests very much hop around whatever I'm consuming currently, so I'll update this with whatever is relevant, but some of my other interests that you might see include (bold are my hyperfixations rn):

JJK (Naoya, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna), Wind Breaker (Sakura, Togame), Dragon Ball (Vegeta, Cell), Paradox Live (Iori), Genshin Impact (Neuvillette, Zhongli, Cyno, Tighnari), Bucchigiri?! (Marito), The Apothecary Diaries (Maomao, Jinshi), Honkai Star Rail (Aventurine, Dr Ratio, Jing Yuan)

If you're interested, you can see my current anime/manga list here but please don't think too much about my ratings. They're inconsistent and done on feelings immediately following the finale lmao. And for games you can check here. Feel free to ask about anything, I don't mind! Also always feel free to tag me in related stuff, I love seeing my favs 💖

I write, mostly Levi x Reader atm. It makes me smile a lot when I see people enjoying my work. I'm enjoying writing again for the first time in over a decade.

Until I have enough to be worth making a masterlist (coming soon!!), you can find my writing here. Please keep in mind there is nsfw content.

In the meantime, you can see my oneshots here and my short pieces here (drabbles, headcanons, anything like that).

These tags will be changing shortly to reflect my name change, but I'm feeling lazy tonight...

You can also see writing I particularly like if you want some recommendations right here. Again, lots of nsfw in there.

I'm anxious and awkward but my asks are open and I'm always happy to talk to anyone. Feel free to yeet prompts/requests my way too (no guarantees I'll fulfil them though) or ask me questions about my headcanons, selfship etc or just in general. Doesn't have to be confined to AoT either, feel free to ask about whatever is on your mind.

◆ I use dividers from saradika and Firefly Graphics ◆

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bifeline · 4 months

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ABOUT:

name: bi

age: mid twenties

current interest: bucchigiri?!

ships: jabashiri x hagure | arajin x matakara | marito x outa | zabu x komao

BYF:

i can't follow you back from here because this is a secondary blog 💔

NOT spoiler free

no discourse, no drama, i'm just here to have fun and enjoy bucchigiri?!

NO MINORS 🔞 (please do not follow, do not interact!)

#bucchigiri?!#bucchigiri #jabashiri nagare #hagure tatsuto #matakara asamine #arajin tomoshibi #marito jin #outa tahide #zabu kakeru #komao sakigake

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van-skmugen · 4 months

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I know Langa's Birthday is just around the corner and two weeks later Miya's, so it might take me a while to do the first one, but let's try this 💗

You can say characters of any kind, no matter the media and if the media is repeated. 💓

Edit: Second one will be Marito from Bucchigiri?!, suggested by a mutual on my X (Twitter)

#fanart #fanart challenge #van-skmugen

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jikimo-world · 9 months

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"Can you read it aloud?"

"What- Venice! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"It's your fault for being so absorbed in your book. But it seems good, so please- read to me"

"I-I can't"

"Ve.. Why? is it erotic?"

"No! I'm just.. I'm not really good at reading, especially out loud. I'm sorry"

"It's okay, I can read for both of us!!"

"... Sapeva soltanto che al mattino seguente il giovane giunse in piazza accompagnato dalla moglie e dal marito, non sapendo se la notte era stato più con la moglie o col marito"

Translation: "... But so much as this I know, that on the morrow as he wended his way to the piazza with the couple, the boy would have been puzzled to say, whether of the twain, the wife or the husband, had had the most of his company during the night" Decameron, Fifth Day - Novel X

"I don't mean to be stupid... but... can you tell me what happened? I'm not sure I understand"

"This guy is now the lover of both the woman and the man"

"Are there other people who can love both women AND men?!"

#hetalia #non canon conforming because they are teen here #hws italy #aph italy #aph HOLY roman empire #hws holy roman empire #aph hre #hws hre #aph veneziano #hws veneziano #holytalia #my art

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fashionbooksmilano · 1 year

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Albe Steiner

Anna Steiner

Edizioni Corraini, Mantova 2006, 168 pagine, 20 x 13 cm, italiano inglese, brossura, ISBN 9788875700560

euro 20,00

email if you want to buy [email protected]

Un libro per riscoprire uno dei più grandi grafici del Novecento attraverso i suoi schizzi e progetti, che mostrano la sua straordinaria vena inventiva e al tempo stesso funzionale.

Albe Steiner, in tempi “non di specializzazione”, ha progettato allo stesso modo per la Triennale, per case editrici, case farmaceutiche, partiti politici, negozi o catene di negozi, mettendo in ognuno di questi lavori la sua filosofia professionale, destinata a fare storia: per dare la forma ideale a qualsiasi oggetto, occorre prima studiarne il significato profondo. Completano il volume le didascalie della figlia Anna e le preziose note della moglie, che ha lavorato con Steiner e trasmette qui l’entusiasmo che il marito metteva nel suo mestiere.

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total-drama-for-real-justice · 11 months

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i made a post about this a looong time ago but i appreciate that a lot of roti’s sound effects and music are pitched up from the original, including the theme song. really adds to the vibe of this being the island you know, but warped into something else thats barely recognizable

also fun fact: i used to hate anne maria and vito for getting in the way of zoke (i was a very interesting kid), but rewatching roti a few months ago anne maria and vito are both so iconic and i find zoke kinda boring lol

So true!!!! I never knew that first thing, very interesting

I also find Zoke kind of boring, which is why I’m a total Joey stan (and getting into Zawn), and Marito is like….girlboss x girlboss

-Mod Zoey 💿

#tdfrj #mod Zoey

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nonokoko13 · 4 months

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Now that we know the blue genie name I propose the following ship names:

☁︎✰ Ichinya .·✧*

☁︎✰ Senchi .·✧*

☁︎✰. Ichisen ·✧*

I would put something along the lines Genie's wish or Genie husbands in arabic but idk how make a ship name in that language (; ´-`)

And for Arajin x Marito: Mariteen or Marijin. My reason for this — other than it just sounds ok to me — is that in my language those words sound similar to "Maridín" which is a super uncommon and unused informal appreciative diminutive of the word Husband = Marido. Because of the -in being similar to adding -ito at the end it could also be seen as a way to say "Lil husband" and given that Arajin is shorter than Marito and he is fond of putting nicknames I can see Marito calling Arajin lil husband (I believe you won't find the word maridín even if you search it because it is way more used Maridito or simply Marido or any other spouse/partner nickname)

And ik Matakara x Arajin already has a ship name but how does Crimson angel sounds? Idk it just came to me since Matakara is such an angel and red is Arajin's signature color lol

Edit: Nevermind I just found out Maridin is a word that does in fact exist and it's also a city in Turkey ☠️ Funny it has its roots in arabic history and it means rebels though

Did a research of Mariteen and turns out the closest thing to an actual name it's a shoes shop called Maritin so I'll use Mariteen better 😂

Edit 2: Senichi and Majin for the win!

#bucchigiri?!#asamine matakara #matakara asamine #arajin tomoshibi #tomoshibi arajin #marito jin #jin marito #senya #ichiya #majin #that ship name sounds good too ngl #mariteen #wait what is the marito x arajin ship name is anyway? is there even one?

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tempestainmare · 2 years

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Eco

Che domenica bestiale. Anche oggi non ho rispettato alcuna legge del vostro Lilliput mondo.

"Se sei pronto, lavato e vestito, prima delle ore 08.00 allora ho #loser."

Ieri sono stata al centro commerciale #quartonuovo.

Marco Re Panda con occhioni è #quartovecchio.

Love you #ponticelli.

E' successo (accaduto) un fatto.

Si è verificata una situazione anomala per me la VERY NORMAL PEOPLE per tutti voi.

Voi family group in ascolto, imparate bene l'articolo. A tavola va recitato TUTTO d'un fiato.

Ero alla cassa. Per non girarci intorno la commessa faceva la simpatica con un uomo con tanto di moglie figlia e FEDE al dito.

La sigaretta, la tesserina magnetica, lo sconto.

A me nulla. Come mai? EMPATIAX 3 vv al gg x 3 gg.

Lui. Tu sei proprio il MARITO ESEMPLARE. Così si fa, amore mio prendi tutto quello che necessiti e pago io.

LEI. Una moglie fortunata? NO. La migliore e più capace di tutte voi LOSER.

Una domanda. Dato che l'amore si sceglie, mi spiegate per quale motivo gli uomini sposati si e quelli liberi no grazie?

Capisco il bonus fedeltà ma... l'usato garantito?

L'AMORE è anche questo, NON SARAI MAI UNA VV.

Come mai? Il numero da lei selezionato è inesiste.

TE LO SEI INVENTATO.

DOMENICA.

Santa Messa. Mia madre è già in chiesa da zoppa fake.

Intervento all'anca, protesi dentaria, paradontax.

NO. Artroscopia menisco gamba sx.

Quando la vedete fate tutte la stessa faccia di !

Sta fingendo.

Brave, quando uno non ha proprio nulla da fare nella vita.

POPOLETTO.

TE LO SEI INVENTATO. Certo, certo, si.

La domenica, giusto. Cosa si fa di domenica. Sicuramente si mangia la pasta. Lunga, corta, mezzana, l'importante è che sia PASTA.

Pranzo all'aperto? Anche, dipende la suocera cosa ORDINA.

Pane e pasta dei paesi tuoi.

After tramonto? CENTRO COMMERCIALE.

La vetrina per eccellenza. Il posto dove mostrare a tutta la plebe chi comanda davvero: NESSUNO.

Tutte cornacchie dietro lo schermo e poi? IL GRANDE GATSBY.

Bengiamino, come sei carino.

Ho un litro di latte in scadenza. Urge trovare una SOLUTION.

L'AMORE è anche questo, x factory.

#svalvolina91

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buckybleu · 2 years

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☼ portofino ☼

pairing: mafia!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

summary: You go on an Italian getaway in hopes it will help your writer's block. Maybe you go home with more than just a story.

A/N: It's been awhile huh? I've been very unmotivated to write the past few weeks, but in honor of my birthday today, I'm here with a gift for you! 🥳 This is a little introduction for a mini series I have planned. Happy reading! 🎂

reblogs/like/comments are greatly appreciated! ❤️

word count: 680

“So any progress? What has that wonderful mind of yours come up with now?” Your best friend's voice chimes through the speaker, you smile at her questions. The warm rays of Portofino kiss your skin, while the gentle splashes of cold water brush against your ankles.

“Other than my inked palms and the feverish scribbles in my journal, nothing really.” You adjust your sunglasses on your nose, admiring the coast. “But Italy is beautiful. The perfect place to fall in love if I do say so myself.”

“Better than Paris?” she jokingly scoffs, “We already lost one of our gals to a Parisian artist there. Is some Italian man going to steal you too?”

“In my dreams…it would be nice to be whisked away into the sunsets of Italy though.”

“You’re a hopeless romantic” she says. “No wonder you’re a romance novelist. Any cute guys there? A future husband possibly?”

You imagine the knowing smirk on her face, “Cute guys, yes. Any of them husband worthy? None that I know of. Hey, I gotta go, but I’ll call you later. Maybe I’ll meet my future husband tonight at dinner.”

She cheers through the phone, “Ciao bella. Spero che trovi un marito italiano!” (Bye beautiful. I hope you find an Italian husband!)

You slip your phone back into your bag and make your way towards the beach cafe. Children run past you, squealing in excitement as they rush behind the counter. A dirty blonde gently scolds the children, giving you an apologetic smile. Giving him an appreciative nod, you settle yourself in a seat by the large open patio.

The salty breeze of the Ligurian Sea flutters through your hair as your waiter arrives and notes your order. Your impromptu trip to Italy was what you needed. A break from the constants of home. The mundane view of your Brooklyn apartment was starting to wear you down. The block in your mind allowed little to no creativity. Any word or sentence you wrote would eventually be erased. Nothing was good enough when you read it a second time around.

Your fingers scale the pages of your notebook, flipping through to find any line that would stand out.

A firestarter.

The writing fire inside you was slowly dying. Huffing, you turn your gaze out towards the beach, watching people lounge on the golden sand, swimmers in the crystal water.

But among the sea of people, what catches your attention is the broad shouldered man in nothing but short red swim trunks. His neck and chest are decorated with tattoos, a sleeve adorns his right arm. And if you squint enough, you can see the ink that lines his fingers and hand.

As if he can read your mind, he lowers his sunglasses; his piercing baby blues land directly on you. Your heart skips a beat, the world around you suddenly goes quiet. He knows what effect he has on you…even if he’s at a distance. There’s something erotic in the way his eyes traces your figure.

Animalistic, feral even. It’s like he has found his prey, teeth ready to sink what he craves.

You will yourself to pull from his trance when the waiter brings your drink. You try to calm your rapid heartbeats. There’s a mental debate on whether you should take another glance at the mysterious man or not. One more look wouldn’t hurt? No harm no foul, right? If anything, he might inspire your next novel.

You pluck up the courage to find him among other beach goers, but he’s nowhere to be found. Maybe you were dreaming. Maybe your mind concocted up this imaginary man to help you with your writing.

“Fuck, the heat is getting to me” you rub your temples before going back to your journal. Taking a sip of your lemonade, you continuously flip through the pages of writing, unaware of the figure next to your table.

“Scusami, amore.” Your jaw nearly drops at the sight of the mysterious man next to you. His swim trunks are still wet, dripping with water. Opting for no shirt, his towel hangs around this neck, “I’m Bucky. Is this seat taken?”

You shake your head no, your thighs involuntarily clench together.

Bucky smirks, noticing how speechless he’s rendered you. He licks his lips as he takes the seat across from you, waving someone over.

“Steve! Can I get two glasses and my favorite bottle of wine for my girl and I?”

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All mistakes and errors are mine!

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#mafia!bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mafia!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n

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